Love from My Dominant Boss

“Since you’re so adamant on keeping our relationship under wraps, I shall fulfill your wish,” Michael coldly replied and stormed out of the door without even sparing a second glance at me.

I was baffled to see him infuriated. I don’t think I said anything wrong, so why is he so angry? Could it be because of that message?

As I thought of that message he sent me, I was overwhelmed with guilt once again.

I hurriedly shook my head to get rid of any thoughts relating to Michael and directed my attention back to continue with dinner preparation.

Nonetheless, he did not return when dinner was ready. I sat at the dining table and waited for him, yet he never appeared even after two hours.

Every night, we would eat dinner together in this house without fail. That had slowly become a habit of mine. As such, I could not get used to his absence that night and only ate a few bites before going for a bath and then to bed.

I had always told myself not to hold Michael in a special place in my heart and to learn to be indifferent and composed so that there was no way I would fall in love with him.

After all, the one who got aroused first will be the loser between the two of us.

That night, Michael did not return. I was worried and had no idea where he went, but I suppressed the urge to call him.

In the next few days, he did not set foot at Birchwood either. I had only seen him in the company during the day. I desperately wanted to ask if he had gone to the mansion, or perhaps he had gone to some other woman’s house instead.

Nevertheless, I knew that I was in no position to ask those questions because I was the one who had asked him to keep a distance. Thus, my question would only add to his displeasure.

I grabbed a document, headed toward the CEO’s office, and chanced upon an opportunity to knock on Michael’s room door when no one was noticing me.

I waited till his voice sounded from inside before I pushed open the door and walked in.

I came in to see Michael, with his head lowered, focused on going through the documents. I was a little hesitant as I came in front of him, unsure of what to say.

after a long time, he furrowed his brows as he asked, “What’s the

to look through this

exchanged glances, I forgot everything that I had wanted to say as my mind went blank. It took me a long

work of a secretary. Why are you, an employee from the design department, sending the document and asking for signature?” Michael exposed

to get in his room, so I did

“I-I…”

me. What’s the

chance to do

you staying at the mansion for the past few days? You haven’t been back at Birchwood…” I

Do you think it’s appropriate for you to

I could sense that suffocating

“I…”

I did not expect him to lose his temper. I wanted to explain myself but was

of

as I could not believe

but I forcefully held my tears back even though

of the CEO’s office and returned

eyes swung at me, all

were tearing apart, I ignored their mockery and tried to keep my composure in front of them as I did not want them to

days, Michael did not even spare me a glance at all, let alone talk to me. Who knew it would end up this way

luck recently without any reason. There had been too many unlucky incidents—I could not find my documents; the saved files on my computer went missing, and the office chair

a creeping feeling that someone had been setting me up intentionally because unlucky things could not

evidence to support my claims, and everything that had happened could purely

when I realized I could not open the door at